Cowboy, welder, failed poet.

Bastard Tales

First draft of a true story I wrote. Details omitted to make it more palatable. Yes, I reuse the same paragraphs sometimes. In my mind I am in Miami. Lightning bugs glow slowly in and out of existence. Here the sky and the sea are colored the same when the

False Start

Excerpt of a false start to my transgender cowboy memoir. Don't mind the mismatched tenses. In my mind I am in Miami. Lifting foam from the swirling tides, the moon shifts and constellates the waves that collapse on shore like a prayer, then fall apart again: the sea